Hilary Duff's Decolletage

Hilary Duff's boobs are totally bumming me out here, both aesthetically and conceptually (the aesthetic should be obvious, if your vision hasn't been totally deformed by porn, and the conceptual is the fact that a quite adorable starlet who is not even 20 feels that she needs to get implants).

I know two teenagers, both 18, I think, who have the most remarkable breasts. R's are quite huge, with cleavage to bury yourself in, and she parades them majestically upon her chest in the skimpiest of tank tops. A's are mid-sized, on the small end, and perky, kind of pyramidal. They are punk-hippie girls (yes, in 2007, that locution is possible) who wouldn't dream of implants. I wish I could feature them in a public interest campaign: Real Is Better (RIB, for short). Or perhaps Bring Out Our Breasts, or Believe: Ourselves, Our Breasts (you can do the acronym yourself).

[Despite blog appearances to the contrary, I am actually getting a lot done this morning. I'm just rewarding myself with breaks for my favorite mainstream press outlets.]

Edited to add: Sorry, the link's messed up, and I can't seem to fix it, but you can get the gist from the text (just imagine grapefruits at about the collarbone level).